Am I the only one who rewashes their hands every time you touch the inside of the bowl?

You know, like you’re washing your hands too vigorously because you’re imagining strangling my your boss, and your knuckle brushes up against the porcelain. Which means you have to start over.

Hey, I don’t want to get Mouth-Breather Steve’s scarlet fever or polio, so I just want to make sure my hands are clean, okay? I’d think my co-workers would be supportive of that.

But instead, they’re only mad because they have to stand behind me in the one-sink bathroom for fifteen minutes after I’ve re-started washing my hands four times.

This is the price you pay.